Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three - Of Course You Realize this Maybe War

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three - Of Course You Realize this Maybe War

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three - Of Course You Realize this Maybe War

Tea was the greatest social lubricant known to young-woman kind.

I supposed that alcohol was meant to serve the same purpose, but I didnt like the idea of being all tipsy and such. My mom had told me that when she drank she would start to cry and hug people a lot. The hugging part was alright, but I could do without the crying.

Crying was for when you were sad, not when you were with friends.

I gently stirred the kettle, letting the leaves steep for a moment until I felt like the tea was ready, then I poured five cups. Each one was placed before one of my friends, One before Awen, then Amaryllis, then Clementine and Rosaline. The last I dragged closer to my spot around the table. There! Now everyones served, I said.

Rosaline clapped.

Awen smiled and took her cup in dainty fingers.

Amaryllis and Clementine glared at each other, the air between them sparking and burning with hazy magic.

I set my cup down onto its saucer with a click. Amaryllis, Clementine, can we not do this? I asked. Youre both sisters. You should love each other.

Oh, I love my moronic sister, alright, Clementine said. She tore her cup off the table and gulped half of it down in one go. I love her so much. But not when she betrays the entire family to run off to world knows where.

Amaryllis scoffed. I love my sisters, she said. But not when theyre willing to sell me off to the highest bidder.Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

We put it off, Clementine said. Its not like the clan isnt used to cancelling marriage engagements. She turned her glare to Rosaline who looked away with a bit of a flush.

You should have asked me, Amaryllis said.

I locked eyes with Awen and we both shrugged at the same time.

Rosaline smacked the table a few times. Girls, please, no. Its over now, right?

Amaryllis and Clementine huffed and crossed their wings at the same time, like mirror images. I held back a giggle. It wouldnt be right to laugh, especially not when Amaryllis was genuinely upset.

She hadnt exactly left her family on the best of terms, so this return might be a bit taxing on her mood. I patted her thigh under the table to remind her that I was there. So, uh, you guys wanted to see Amaryllis for something important, right? I asked. About the maybe-war?

The Maybe War, Rosaline said. I like it! Much better than the current name.

The presses havent found a good name for it yet, Clementine said.

Amaryllis sat a little straighter. Its reached the public ear? she asked.

Clementine made a wishy-washy gesture with a wing. Not entirely. But people are beginning to notice. You know how easy it is to ruffle feathers when it comes to the sylph. You could crack eggs in the middle of the sidewalk and get less hatred for it.

How bad is it? Amaryllis asked.

Clementines expression made her look like shed bit into a lemon. Its not good. There are rumours that the sylph and the cervid are forming an alliance. Just rumours, none based in fact, but its quite ugly.

Were getting a lot more commissions for warships, Rosaline said. Which is the only good bit of news weve had in a while.

I took a sip of my tea after adding a dollop of honey and two spoons of sugar to it. Amaryllis said that you wanted us here to help stop things from getting worse, right?

Clementines response was a slow nod. Theres a dignitary leaving sometime this month. Some jumped up crow from Farseeing and a few lesser nobles for every clan. Cousin Fell is one of the members going.

Is this going to be one of those things where every clan has a talon in the pie? Amaryllis asked.

Pretty much, Clementine said. If the ship theyre taking doesnt get attacked, blown up, or usurped by its crew, theres a good chance it will crash because two idiots aboard couldnt get along for a few days.

And you want us to accompany them? Amaryllis asked. Usually familicide is the one without a title getting rid of the one with the title.

Clementine glared across the table, then paused when Gen-Gen the butler placed a plate of little dumplings in the centre of the table. Thank you, Gen, thats just what I needed, she said before taking one of the dumplings and throwing it full-force across the table and into Amaryllis face.

My friend squawked and batted her arms in protest.

Clem! Rosaline said. Dont waste the food! Also, dont hit little Amy.

Clementine relented under the force of Rosalines big accusing eyes. She was being stupid... stupider than usual.

I had the impression that I was missing out on something important.

Oh, Im sorry, Awen said. She stuffed her wand away in a hurry. I just, um, wanted to help.

So cute! Rosaline said. She got to her feet and circled around to glomp Awen from the side. My sister is so lucky to have made so many cute friends.

Awen was busy blushing up a storm while Clementine calmed down. Your friends are... so... theyre uncivilised!

Hey! Amaryllis jumped to our defence. Awen is actually quite well-raised.

What about me? I asked.

Youre an idiot, she said without missing a beat.

I wilted.

Ladies. We all turned to see Gen-Gen standing by the entrance, his arms folded with a new towel draped over them. Dinner is served in the main dining hall.

I patted my tummy. It was definitely nearing empty, and judging by the way Amaryllis jumped to her feet, she was hungry too. Awen might have done the same, but she was being hugged to within an inch of her life by Rosaline.

Ah, I hope you dont mind receiving us for dinner, I said. We had kind of invited ourselves.

Clementine waved it off. Nonsense. My ingrate, foolish younger sister might have a hard time with basic decency, but I wont have the rest of us suffer the same accusation.

Thank you, I said. Youre a lot like Amaryllis arent you? All spikey and mean on the outside, but filled with nice gooey niceness inside.

Clementines face took on an interesting shade of red. She turned to Amaryllis. Your friend is an idiot. We can finally agree on something.

Hey! I protested.

Amaryllis and Clementine both huffed and went on their way.

I turned to Rosaline and cleared my throat. Um. Rose? Hugging people is nice, but only if they want to be hugged.

Awen nodded into Rosalines side.

The harpy woman let go. Ah, yes, of course. Sorry Awen!

Its, awww, okay? Awen said. She stood up in a hurry and brushed herself off. Im still not used to hugs and things like that.

Both Rosaline and I twitched towards Awen to hug her some more, but we caught ourselves.

Come on, the food will get cold! Clementine screamed.

The dining hall turned out to be an ostentatious room. One wall had a painting of a mountainscape on it that was taller than I was and had to be five meters long, while the head of the table was placed right before a large bay window overlooking a garden filled with blue and white flowers in full bloom.

The table alone was probably bigger around than some peoples entire homes. It felt weird to sit down at one end of it while leaving two dozen or so chairs empty.

When the entire clan gathers this room isnt nearly big enough, Amaryllis explained. My sisters and I might be from the main branch of the family, but the estate holds cousins and uncles and aunts and those they married. We have great uncles and aunts too.

And one great-great aunt, Rosaline added.

Amaryllis nodded. The Albatross clan has done well for itself, despite its small size.

That didnt sound small at all.

Were rich! Rosaline added with a chirp. Speaking of, did you bring more attire than what you have on you? she asked.

I shook my head. Nope, Im afraid not.

There was a dangerous gleam in Rosalines eye.

And a terrified one in Amaryllis own.

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